Randall's Revenge
Disclaimer: Is this even necessary? Sigh Ok. I don't own Monster's Inc.
Chapter 3: Rogg's Corp.
Enter the small, yet cozy apartment of James P Sullivan and Mike Wazowski; best friends. Together, with their combined efforts they've been able to make Monster's incorporated even better than it was before. Plus, now with an unlimited source of energy the possibilities of another shortage of power are practically impossible. An despite their raging success over these past few years, they've still been able to maintain their humble lifestyle... Unless, one was to include "Mike's Garage": truly an impressive collection of vehicles. So much in fact it was placed in the Munster's Book of Records: with an overwhelming total of a hundred-seventy cars and counting. Or perhaps Mike's "Comic of the Month" shrine, all forty-two of his pictures (which were either of his arms or legs) meticulously placed on the walls of the apartment. Seven year's straight and none have come close to breaking even one of Wazowski's records. However, despite Mike's complete and utter aversion to materialism, the actual apartment had changed very little.
In fact one of the only changes they did make was to add a small playroom befitting that of an eight or nine year-old. The color adorning these walls was a pastel shade of pink with a floral print of white flowers flowing around the room. A twin bed was neatly situated in the corner of this playroom, equally as sweet and colorful as that pastel pink. Numerous pictures of Sulley, Mike and Celia hung from those pretty pink walls and one had to admit the artiste work had gotten quite good. At least compared to that of someone whose vocabulary used to consist solely of "Kitty" and "Mike Wazowski".
Now, undoubtedly this is where your endearment for the room would have surely ended. And with an astonishing swiftness I might add; for this room was an utter pigsty, in every imaginable sense of the word. Crumpled sheets of loose paper littered the floor, many of which wouldn't fit into the trashcan. And any part of the floor you could see; was then covered by a sea of dolls and art supplies. Of course, Mike being the neat freak that he was would never allow such a mess to be in his home. Surprisingly enough, within the last six-hours this room had in fact been clean. But within those six-hours "Boo" had visited for twenty minutes an finger-painted and you can only guess where it went from there.
Though this fact is not overly important, a passing observation one would make going through the apartment. Point in case being, if you hadn't already noticed, was that the dwelling happened to be vacated at the moment. Sounds of nothing filtered through the apartment, only the soft whir of the A/C and the low volume of the T.V that had unknowingly been left on.
"Hello, Im Sandy Medusa," a trim scaly-blue creature introduced herself. Three-eyes all a brilliant crimson red graced her facial features along with a head teeming with snakes; much like her surname implied. "Here joining me tonight on this MNN special is Banald Roggs, owner and head chairman of Rogg's Corp." Shifting her attention from the camera to one Banald Roggs; who was in essence the classic depiction of the Cyclops monster only less massive in size. To be exact Mr. Roggs was just about level with James Sullivan's stature. "Now Mr. Roggs.."
"Please, call me Banald, none of this Mr. Roggs stuff," he politely interjected. Quickly raising his hands in an informal gesture.
Slightly taken aback she chuckled nervously at him. "Ok, Banald your new company Rogg's Corp is causing a lot of buzz around Monstropolis; some good and that much more doubting. Fact is, how do you expect to compete in a market completely dominated by Monsters Inc?"
"Well, Sandy" he began clearing his throat. "Everyone is well aware of the incredible amount of energy laughter produces. Which is all very well and good; however, because of this Monsters Inc has been able to downsize. In many cases there've even been massive layoffs, Rogg's Corp can put these monsters back to work. Plus, my company can offer the citizens the same amount of energy; more even, and at a more affordable price. Besides, nothing wrong with a little friendly competition."
"I must say Banald that's quite a claim to make and well be looking to see just how substantial that claim is. Well, that's all for now; we'll be right back after this.."
Somewhere...
TV shuts off and fades to black. A gray skeletal-like hand clasped around the remote.
A/N: Well here's the third chapter, hoped you liked it. I hope to have the next chapter up soon. But, please don't hold your breaths. As far as this chapter goes I know it doesn't scream excitement. Nevertheless it was important. More things will be happening in the fourth chapter, which should be the longest chapter yet. All constructive criticism is welcome; just tell me what you think. Review!!!
Disclaimer: Is this even necessary? Sigh Ok. I don't own Monster's Inc.
Chapter 3: Rogg's Corp.
Enter the small, yet cozy apartment of James P Sullivan and Mike Wazowski; best friends. Together, with their combined efforts they've been able to make Monster's incorporated even better than it was before. Plus, now with an unlimited source of energy the possibilities of another shortage of power are practically impossible. An despite their raging success over these past few years, they've still been able to maintain their humble lifestyle... Unless, one was to include "Mike's Garage": truly an impressive collection of vehicles. So much in fact it was placed in the Munster's Book of Records: with an overwhelming total of a hundred-seventy cars and counting. Or perhaps Mike's "Comic of the Month" shrine, all forty-two of his pictures (which were either of his arms or legs) meticulously placed on the walls of the apartment. Seven year's straight and none have come close to breaking even one of Wazowski's records. However, despite Mike's complete and utter aversion to materialism, the actual apartment had changed very little.
In fact one of the only changes they did make was to add a small playroom befitting that of an eight or nine year-old. The color adorning these walls was a pastel shade of pink with a floral print of white flowers flowing around the room. A twin bed was neatly situated in the corner of this playroom, equally as sweet and colorful as that pastel pink. Numerous pictures of Sulley, Mike and Celia hung from those pretty pink walls and one had to admit the artiste work had gotten quite good. At least compared to that of someone whose vocabulary used to consist solely of "Kitty" and "Mike Wazowski".
Now, undoubtedly this is where your endearment for the room would have surely ended. And with an astonishing swiftness I might add; for this room was an utter pigsty, in every imaginable sense of the word. Crumpled sheets of loose paper littered the floor, many of which wouldn't fit into the trashcan. And any part of the floor you could see; was then covered by a sea of dolls and art supplies. Of course, Mike being the neat freak that he was would never allow such a mess to be in his home. Surprisingly enough, within the last six-hours this room had in fact been clean. But within those six-hours "Boo" had visited for twenty minutes an finger-painted and you can only guess where it went from there.
Though this fact is not overly important, a passing observation one would make going through the apartment. Point in case being, if you hadn't already noticed, was that the dwelling happened to be vacated at the moment. Sounds of nothing filtered through the apartment, only the soft whir of the A/C and the low volume of the T.V that had unknowingly been left on.
"Hello, Im Sandy Medusa," a trim scaly-blue creature introduced herself. Three-eyes all a brilliant crimson red graced her facial features along with a head teeming with snakes; much like her surname implied. "Here joining me tonight on this MNN special is Banald Roggs, owner and head chairman of Rogg's Corp." Shifting her attention from the camera to one Banald Roggs; who was in essence the classic depiction of the Cyclops monster only less massive in size. To be exact Mr. Roggs was just about level with James Sullivan's stature. "Now Mr. Roggs.."
"Please, call me Banald, none of this Mr. Roggs stuff," he politely interjected. Quickly raising his hands in an informal gesture.
Slightly taken aback she chuckled nervously at him. "Ok, Banald your new company Rogg's Corp is causing a lot of buzz around Monstropolis; some good and that much more doubting. Fact is, how do you expect to compete in a market completely dominated by Monsters Inc?"
"Well, Sandy" he began clearing his throat. "Everyone is well aware of the incredible amount of energy laughter produces. Which is all very well and good; however, because of this Monsters Inc has been able to downsize. In many cases there've even been massive layoffs, Rogg's Corp can put these monsters back to work. Plus, my company can offer the citizens the same amount of energy; more even, and at a more affordable price. Besides, nothing wrong with a little friendly competition."
"I must say Banald that's quite a claim to make and well be looking to see just how substantial that claim is. Well, that's all for now; we'll be right back after this.."
Somewhere...
TV shuts off and fades to black. A gray skeletal-like hand clasped around the remote.
A/N: Well here's the third chapter, hoped you liked it. I hope to have the next chapter up soon. But, please don't hold your breaths. As far as this chapter goes I know it doesn't scream excitement. Nevertheless it was important. More things will be happening in the fourth chapter, which should be the longest chapter yet. All constructive criticism is welcome; just tell me what you think. Review!!!